R.I.P., Ah Gong
February 27th, 2009I mentioned my mum visiting my sick grandpa in August, didn’t I? It’s been a year since his diagnosis. He’s endured a lot of agony.
He passed away an hour ago.
I mentioned my mum visiting my sick grandpa in August, didn’t I? It’s been a year since his diagnosis. He’s endured a lot of agony.
He passed away an hour ago.
Nearing the end of my aunt’s radiotherapy treatment, we found these holidays to be a wise time to visit her in Melbourne.
The first time Aunty Hang took off her wig, I was grief-stricken to see her hairless head. In retrospect, I know I have always overlooked the emotional aspect of cancer diagnosis. Thus since seeing my aunt, I have been committed to living a more meaningful life.
My maternal grandfather, whom I call 公 (pronounced Ah Gong in Teochew), was diagnosed with lung cancer a few months ago.
As such, he had extreme hemoptysis just after my two-week holiday break. Knowing that his condition was starting to worsen, Mum and her siblings haphazardly visited him in Soc Trang.